on more debt. If I keep working for Hudson’s, I’ll get my debt paid off and I’ll be able to start saving, and I can increase the amount I order from my parents, and nobody will ever be the wiser.” I reach out and undo the top button of his shirt. “So…what’s up with all that about kissing me? I thought you were a man of action, Blake. But tonight you’re all talk.”
“I’ll show you action,” he growls, and he moves like a predator, sliding on top of me, his solid, muscular body pressing me into the softness of the sofa. But this time he holds me down as he kisses and nibbles my neck with a heated passion that snatches my breath away.
Then we’re full-on making out, teenager-style, and I try to straddle him but end up pulling both of us off the couch. I land on top of him on the varnished hardwood.
“Oof,” he grunts, and I slide off him.
“Oh my God. I Winona’d it again.”
He sits up, grinning. “If by that you mean you passionately rushed into something without fear of the consequences, yes, you did, and what’s so bad about that?”
Wow. Way to turn it around. I smile at him. “When you put it that way, nothing at all.”
I scramble to my feet and he follows, his hands everywhere, tugging at my clothes. He pulls me along, and we make it to the bedroom before we’re all the way naked – just.
The room is cavernously big, but I’m only focused on the silver-framed four-poster bed, with its silky gray comforter and piles of silver, gray and black pillows.
“That thing is big enough to host a Roman orgy,” I marvel.
“Sorry, princess, I prefer to keep things more personal.” He nips my neck. “You’re more than enough for me.”
“I wasn’t suggesting that we– You are such a dick!” I burst out laughing as he nuzzles me, then bites my neck.
My bra is hanging off one arm and Blake is still wearing one sock and his tie. I tug the knot loose as he wraps his arms around me and falls backwards onto his bed, pulling me with him.
He takes the tie from my hands and tosses it onto the nightstand, then he unwraps his watch from around his wrist and places it on top of the curled silk. I understand what he’s saying – he’s going to take his time, do this slow and right – and excited anticipation coils happily in my belly.
He rolls me over onto my back and nibbles my throat again, making me shiver in his arms. He makes a small, low sound of masculine contentment, then moves lower to kiss my breasts, cupping them in his big palms and flicking his tongue over my nipples in a way that makes me gasp and writhe.
One hand leaves my breast and wanders lower, skimming down over my belly and slipping between my legs. I allow my thighs to part further as he gently strokes my folds, zeroing in on the sweet spot and teasing it with tiny circular strokes of his fingers. He grazes my nipple with his teeth, and it’s like a silver line of pleasure zings between my breast and my slick core. I run my fingers into his thick hair and arch against his hand, moaning. I so desperately want him inside me, thrusting into me.
But he’s not done teasing me yet, playing my body like an instrument. As he slides down my body, a whisper-faint rasp of stubble on his jaw brings my skin alive. He places his hands on my inner thighs, pressing my legs farther apart, and makes a little noise that’s almost a growl as he uses his thumbs to open me up to his gaze. I can’t even blush – all my blood has headed due south, every nerve ending alive for his touch.
When he kisses me there, I almost come right off the bed. I fist my hands in the coverlet and close my eyes, giving myself over to the sensation of his soft lips and quick, clever tongue teasing me so intimately. Somewhere far away I can hear helpless cries of want and need, and I realize they’re coming from me, but I have no control over my voice or my body as he takes me higher and higher. A throbbing, electric pulse of bliss galvanizes my spine and has me shouting his name over and over as he laps me with the flat of